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Where d’ya look? Alleys, mate, always alleys. Or them shady pubs – stinks o’ ale and desperation. “Sadness says it’s hopeless,” I mutters, but then – there she is! Glitterin’ like me precious coal. I likes the ones with sass, y’know? One told me, “Five quid, love, or sod off.” Laughed me head off – cheeky! Reminds me o’ Disgust in the movie, all “Eww, no way, buster.”

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What were they doing in Port Townsend? What were any of us doing in Port. Townsend? Although I thought I had gone there for solitude, I would later think of.

I live here for years now at my cozy massage parlor on Jefferson St. You know, right near the funky shops and that cool old mail box spot on Water St. It’s where the locals hang, man. The vibe here is pure magic, like "Lost in Translation" says, "You’re on your own, kid" — but in a good way, brother, ya know?

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